64 ARGUMENT - SOPHISTRY. Enjoy thy gay wit and false rhetoric, That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence; Reproachful speech from either side Dogmatic jargon learnt by heart, He'd undertake to prove, by force MILTON'S Comus. GAY's Fables. GAY's Fables. BUTLER'S Hudibras. A man convinc'd against his will, BUTLER'S Hudibras. Now with fine phrase, and foppery of tongue, In subtle sophistry's laborious forge. False eloquence, like the prismatic glass, 4 YOUNG. YOUNG ARGUMENT-SOPHISTRY. But true expression, like th' unchanging sun, POPE'S Essay on Criticism. Who shall decide when doctors disagree, POPE'S Moral Essays Like doctors thus, when much dispute has past, POPE'S Moral Essays. But as some muskets do contrive it, TRUMBULL'S M'Fingal The self-torturing sophist, wild Rousseau, BYRON'S Childe Harold. He cast O'er erring deeds and thoughts a heav'nly hue BYRON'S Childe Harold. His speech was a fine sample, on the whole, With temper calm and mild, BYRON'S Don Juan. And words of soften'd tone, He overthrows his neighbour's cause, And justifies his own. Vicksburg Whig. 35 56 ARTIFICE - CANDOUR. With neat and rounded phrase He tricks the shapeless thought; Like hope of power, it charms to-day; To-morrow, it is nought. Vicksburg Whig. ARTIFICE-CANDOUR. Make my breast Transparent as pure crystal, that the world, Shallow artifice begets suspicion, And, like a cobweb veil, but thinly shades Imperfect mischief! Thou, like the adder venomous and deaf, BUCKINGHAM CONGREVE. Hast stung the traveller; and when thou think'st In executing, puzzled, lame, and lost. You talk to me in parables; CONGREVE You may have known that I'm no wordy man: Honesty Needs no disguise nor ornament; be plain. `OTWAY. OTWAY. ASSASSINATION - MURDER. The brave do never shun the light; Just are their thoughts, and open are their tempers; Still are they found in the fair face of day, "Tis great, 't is manly to disdain disguise; RowE. YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. A man of sense can artifice disdain, YOUNG'S Love of Fame. 57 ASSASSINATION - MURDER. Will all Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clear from my hand? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making this green one, red. The great King of kings SHAKSPEARE. Hath in the table of his law commanded That thou shalt do no murder; wilt thou then Spurn at his edict, and fulfil a man's? SHAKSPEARE. The tyrannous and bloody act is done; Though in the trade of war I have slain men, SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. Bee-his face is black and full of blood; His eyeballs further out than when he lived, His hair uprear'd; his nostrils stretch'd with struggling; Blood, though it sleeps a time, yet never dies; Murder itself is past all expiation, Is there a crime SHAKSPEARE. Beneath the roof of heaven, that stains the soul you CHAPMAN Cease, triflers; would have me feel remorse, Oh! thou dead GoFFE. CIBBER. MATURIN'S Bertram And everlasting witness! whose unsinking Blood darkens earth and heaven! what thou now art, I think thou wilt forgive him, whom his God ASSOCIATES-COMPANY. Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone. BYRON'S Cain. SHAKSPEARE. |